Today ceramics had some drama.I wanted to sit in L'aren's usual spot, and she gets mad at me. (My teacher doesn't care where we sit, as long as we're at a certain table)
She comes in, and and I tell her that I wanted to sit there for TODAY ONLY. She's trying to make me move, but it's not working.
Then every single popular kid in that classroom is scolding me.
So watch out L'aren. You hit me, I'll knock you out.
You yell at me, I'll make you fell like trash.
You give me a bruise, I'll break a bone.
And to the principal: Go ahead. Give me a suspension. Nothing- I repeat- NOTHING will change until popular and unpopular kids are treated equally, by both teachers and students.
L'orane, after I'm done with you, you will be begging for mercy. And I don't mean in French, either.
YOU ARE READING
a story of my life (as a non popular strait-b athiest)
Non-Fictiona diary of Lillian leigh Dobbins. names have been changed for security
